07-11-2010, 11:26 PM
Galactic Communication Array Transmission
Encryption: Open.
To: Mercenary's looking for a fun job.
From: Deep_blue: Jules
Encryption: Open.
To: Mercenary's looking for a fun job.
From: Deep_blue: Jules
.:Incoming Video Transmission:.
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Jules stares at the screen with great hopes.
A sudden burst of anger springs on Jules face "WHAT! That can't be!"
The sound from the speaker near the screen burst of joy "And Spain has won the World Cup"
Jules clutches her hand "My 20 million is gone!"
A sudden jolt of anger reminds her that Wyvern just won the bed "You will pay!"
"You will pay Wyvern, You have stolen my money!"
A small man wearing almost nothing enters the room "Pardon me Misstriss, but Lord Wyvern did not wish to anger or steal money from you"
Jules suddenly turn around trowing a small but very sharp knife, Jules screams in rage "I have not asked for your word!!"
The man drops to the floor with the knife deeply inside his leg.
Jules opens a communication to all Mercenary's looking for a interesting contract.
"You will find the ship Deep_Nyx with the pilot Wyvern, you will tell him of my sending and of my anger."
She starts grabbing some notes,
"You will not hunt or destroy any other Deep_ designated ship, all the other Deep trading Consortium members will be left out of this."
She turns her self to the screen once again
"You will not have to kill him, you will damage him, annoy him, tease him, fill it yourself."
A sudden smile spreads on the face of Jules, thinking of the future.
"You will need to share the proof of the engagement message, my sending and your course of action."
The smile disapears
"You will be payed depending how well you preform, just killing him will earn you almost nothing. "
A sign of hate starts to appear on her face.
"I do not part from my money with ease."
"There for you will have to earn it, killing him will only get you 1.000.000"
A small smile return to her face
"If you preform really well it will go up to 10.000.000"
"You may end up in between the two sums depending on your show."
Jules checks her paper work
"You might not find Wyvern the coming days, it seems he is in hiding."
"Perhaps he is enjoying the sun on some planet."
"This Job will be out until I have my revenge."
Jules moves her hand to turn of the communication
"Happy hunting."
A sudden burst of anger springs on Jules face "WHAT! That can't be!"
The sound from the speaker near the screen burst of joy "And Spain has won the World Cup"
Jules clutches her hand "My 20 million is gone!"
A sudden jolt of anger reminds her that Wyvern just won the bed "You will pay!"
"You will pay Wyvern, You have stolen my money!"
A small man wearing almost nothing enters the room "Pardon me Misstriss, but Lord Wyvern did not wish to anger or steal money from you"
Jules suddenly turn around trowing a small but very sharp knife, Jules screams in rage "I have not asked for your word!!"
The man drops to the floor with the knife deeply inside his leg.
Jules opens a communication to all Mercenary's looking for a interesting contract.
"You will find the ship Deep_Nyx with the pilot Wyvern, you will tell him of my sending and of my anger."
She starts grabbing some notes,
"You will not hunt or destroy any other Deep_ designated ship, all the other Deep trading Consortium members will be left out of this."
She turns her self to the screen once again
"You will not have to kill him, you will damage him, annoy him, tease him, fill it yourself."
A sudden smile spreads on the face of Jules, thinking of the future.
"You will need to share the proof of the engagement message, my sending and your course of action."
The smile disapears
"You will be payed depending how well you preform, just killing him will earn you almost nothing. "
A sign of hate starts to appear on her face.
"I do not part from my money with ease."
"There for you will have to earn it, killing him will only get you 1.000.000"
A small smile return to her face
"If you preform really well it will go up to 10.000.000"
"You may end up in between the two sums depending on your show."
Jules checks her paper work
"You might not find Wyvern the coming days, it seems he is in hiding."
"Perhaps he is enjoying the sun on some planet."
"This Job will be out until I have my revenge."
Jules moves her hand to turn of the communication
"Happy hunting."
.:Transmission ended:.